Chapter: 3977

Lin Mo vomited blood several times.

Blood splattered more or less to the wound on the unmarked front chest.

But when Lin Mo closed his eyes for himself, he was surprised to find out.

The wound was actually swallowing his blood at the moment.

At first he thought it was his eyes.

After confirming it again and again, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the wound without hate was not only devouring my own blood.

And there are tiny signs of healing.

Rescue!

After this discovery, Lin Mo woke up instantly.

My disciple, although all the signs of life in the body have dissipated.

But there is no complete death, at least the body still has signs of self-rescue.

"Hahaha! I just said that my disciple, Fu Ze's talent, could have died so easily."

The sudden burst of laughter immediately startled everyone present.

Everyone's first reaction is.

Lin Mo was too sad, had hallucinations, or was already crazy.

With such doubts, Ji Dutuo followed Lin Mo's gaze and looked at the corpse on the bed.

In the next second, Ji Dutuo also discovered the strange changes in Wuhen's body.

The wound actually healed slightly.

After this discovery, Ji Dutuo couldn't help his pupils shrink.

He and the Nebula sisters looked at each other.

They both saw shock in each other's eyes.

Is there really a miracle of resurrection from the dead in this world?

Just a few people were surprised.

Lin Mo made another move.

A long sword in his hand.

A deep wound appeared in his right heart.

Neither Ma Bond nor Black Rose had recovered from Lin Mo's strange behavior.

The opposite Ji Dutuo has exclaimed.

"stop!"

"Lin Mo, you don't want to die. If you sacrifice your heart in a short time, you will die."

As the origin of a martial artist, blood is heartfelt.

Since this thing is extremely precious, unless there are special circumstances.

Otherwise, most people will rarely move this thing.

Especially in Lin Mo's current state, he was extremely weak and haggard.

If you are tempted, even if you don't die, your cultivation will basically be a waste.

There are no more disciples, you can find them again.

There is no life, but there is really no.

But Lin Mo's idea was the complete opposite.

He raised his head and looked at Ji Dutuo.

"Even if it is dead, even if it is reduced to a cripple?"

"My legacy, my disciple will fulfill it for me."

"The way of being a teacher, you don't understand!"

Ji Dutuo was stunned for a few seconds, then asked with a serious look.

"Can you guarantee 100% that you will be able to save him?"

Even Lin Wuhen's 'corpse' showed signs of self-healing.

But that doesn't mean it can be saved.

After all, examples of flashbacks are not uncommon.

It is somewhat reckless to use life or the future to fight this slim hope.

"As long as I don't die, I will try my best to save her!"

Lin Mo's sonorous and powerful answer directly stunned everyone present.

Ever since Lin Wuhen knelt down and kowtowed to his teacher.

Lin Mo treated this suffering disciple as his own daughter.

Now I have seen the hope of healing without hate.

Even if Lin Mo sacrificed his life, he should go.

When he was done he gritted his teeth.

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and nose are constantly leaking blood.

Just when the blood in his heart was about to be taken out of his body.

The corpse that had been silent all this time moved.

The hill-like figure swayed slightly.

Appearing again, he has come to Lin Mo's side.

The huge palm pressed, directly controlling Lin Mo.

Just when a few people were puzzled, they saw the corpse said slowly.

"Let me do it!"

These three simple words directly caused a storm in Ji Dutuo's heart.

"Bombshell, do you know what you're doing?"

He wasn't angry, just surprised.

This corpse and Lin Mo's master and apprentice did not have any superfluous intersection at all.

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